Vial Spilled

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I'm not that situational.

In certain conversations

I cannot fashion those answers so sensational

That leave me empty.



I cannot pitch clever diction

So it makes you swoon.

And I certainly can't bring you

Some fake words about the moon

So that you're blinded by my fiction.



I'm not much for inserting words

Where they please your ear.

I only bare my deeply rooted fears

And hope the truth in all my verse

Will bring you near.



Affliction on your ears has never been my style.

I say what's in my heart.

Not the 'right things' so worthwhile.

But here we part now -

Seems my lyric vials

Housed a chemical so unfulfilling.

And no matter how much drank

I could never pour a lasting smile

Unto you...

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